We’re still in the adjustment period, of course, but we’re already getting a sense of what life will be like in our house post-Penny.
There’s been a noticeable change in Kasey. In the Penny era, Kasey had to eat her food immediately, because if she left anything in her bowl Penny would promptly chomp it down; now the dainty Kasey is happy to let her food sit for a while, aging like a fine wine, and might eat only a bit and leave the rest for later. The dog anxiety level in the house seems to have dropped, too. Penny always followed Kish around and would suddenly get to her feet and trot off as soon as Kish left the room, causing Kasey to bolt after her. Now, without the Penny impetus, Kasey doesn’t seem to mind one bit if Kish is not in her line of sight.
The rhythms of the house have changed, too. Penny was our canine alarm clock, whose voracious appetite ensured that no one in the house slept in past 5:30, and the official household greeter who wanted to get a scratch and pat on the head from everyone who came through the door. I also thought of Penny this morning, when I noticed a stray crumb of bread on the kitchen floor from last night’s sandwich prep; Penny’s constant patrolling for any consumable item kept the kitchen floor spotless and free of all food debris. And there are fewer scratches on the floor and dog hairs on the furniture.
It just shows that, when dogs are part of your family and household, they touch your lives in many ways, and you might not really notice all of them until the dogs are gone.